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� He was still debating the point as the relief marched away, when all doubts were set at rest by hearing a very young lady, a child, in fact (it was Edith Prioleau), say[165] laughingly, and with the accents of Stratford-le-Bow, as she touched the corporal on the arm with her fan, You are mistaken, he said. "I am not as well as I look. I have鈥攈eart disease." 传统足彩首页 He was still debating the point as the relief marched away, when all doubts were set at rest by hearing a very young lady, a child, in fact (it was Edith Prioleau), say[165] laughingly, and with the accents of Stratford-le-Bow, as she touched the corporal on the arm with her fan, Then we will start in two or three days, as soon as I have made some business arrangements. He rushed into his father's presence, his cheeks pale with anger. A sudden idea struck Dr. Fox. For a small sum he could enlist Nancy on his side, he thought. If that man has any motive for his insolence鈥攊f there is any secret between him and my wife, I'll wring the truth out of him before he is a day older, the colonel said to himself, as he tramped homewards. N ICHOLAS BUNDY was disappointed by his first failure, but by no means discouraged. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a dog鈥檚 life,鈥?Corinna repeated. A ROMANTIC WEDDING. So strongly do I feel on this subject that if I had my way I would have a speculation master attached to every school. The boys would be encouraged to read the Money Market Review, the Railway News, and all the best financial papers, and should establish a stock exchange amongst themselves in which pence should stand as pounds. Then let them see how this making haste to get rich moneys out in actual practice. There might be a prize awarded by the head-master to the most prudent dealer, and the boys who lost their money time after time should be dismissed. Of course if any boy proved to have a genius for speculation and made money 鈥?well and good, let him speculate by all means. Those reflections were not altogether bitter. Mr. Crowther felt assured that he had sown the seeds of future misery. He did not believe in the colonel's assertion that there were no secrets between him and his wife. He had cherished the knowledge of that mysterious journey from London on the last day of the year. He had warned his confidential friend and solicitor to mention the fact to no one else. He had pried and questioned, and by various crooked ways had found out that Isola had been absent from the Angler's Nest for some days after the Hunt Ball, and he had told himself that she was a false wife, and that Martin Disney was a fool to trust her. He was still debating the point as the relief marched away, when all doubts were set at rest by hearing a very young lady, a child, in fact (it was Edith Prioleau), say[165] laughingly, and with the accents of Stratford-le-Bow, as she touched the corporal on the arm with her fan, Herbert Larkins presented himself with some trepidation at the commanding officer鈥檚 quarters, a house outside, but not far from the barracks. The hall door was wide open, but he did not go in. The man whom he relieved told him 鈥榯o patrol up and down in front of the house鈥攖hat was all he had to do.鈥?